Your Ghost Stories...

[lopan]

Vsoy's "horrible room" thread got me thinking about the not-so nice places i've stayed in while travelling -- not because they were roach infested or sleezy, but because of the "eery" feeling i received from them.

Does anyone have any ghost stories? I'll share mine, but not now, as it is late and dark and I don't like thinking about the ghosts of my past until the sun comes up.... :)

[Scowl]

I can't believe no one has any ghost stories. I have one. Just one, and it's kind of lame. Well, more if you count dreams, because ghosts also visit you in your dreams.

[AZN MAN]

I have a few; here's one that I wished I'd experienced but can only retell from a friend of a friend:

I once visited a college friend in a small Central PA community called Waynesboro, not too far West of the Gettysburg battlefield. This friend introduced me to a high school buddy of his who offered up this astounding story.

While still in High School, this buddy was driving his car to school early in the morning with his friend in the passenger seat. This area is sparsely populated with a lot of old architecture dating back to Pre-Revolutionary War. He was ascending a country road, driving up a hill toward an old house. The road split the house and the garage at the top of the hill.

The first glimpse of what was to come was when both occupants saw a bright light appear over the garage. Next, my friend's buddy described this light as leaping high in the air, and would land on the hood of his car. He was spooked beyond belief as he & his passenger witnessed this light take shape.

To the best of my memory, the guy described this: The light was a woman who was leaning on her hands and peering into the windshield at them. They could actually visualize her hair and facial features, and they remembered that she looked full of sorrow and was weeping profusely. They also recounted that her mouth was unnaturally large and looked as though she was screaming in agony.

At this point, I was told that the car stalled and began rolling back down the hill to rest at the bottom. Before the car reached that point, the ghostly woman leaped off the hood of the car and flew around in the air for a few moments before disappearing.

This guy remembered shaking with fear, starting his car and getting the hell out of there. He drove to school and went directly to see a history teacher to tell him what happened. Apparently the teacher was well-versed on the local history, and wanted to see his car.

The guy took him outside and was astonished to see 2 faded marks on the hood where he presumed the hands of the woman touched it. It was then that the history teacher told him what happened at this house.

During the Revolutionary War, the husband left his pregnant wife at home to go fight in the war. While away, a Native American tribe descended upon the town and attacked the residents. Supposedly the tribe murdered the woman and aborted the fetus. It is believed that her spirit still inhabits the property, searching for her missing child.

I was very interested in seeing the house but unfortunately time didn't permit me to do so. Although this story really freaks people out, I admit that I do have an interest in experiencing a ghost.

I'll post more stories when time permits.

[evil_FUX]

That's it, we gotta all gotta take a 44s ghost trip down to Ghettysburg.

[silkie]

http://www.emblibrary.com/EL/product_images/G1399vv.jpg

My friend's friend's grandmother passed away. Because the grandmother lives alone far from the rest of the family, the family collectively decides to sell grandma's house. To prepare for the sale, the friend's mother and aunt went to sort out grandma's belonging.

In the middle of the process, the two spotted several pictures of grandma with her red hat. Bringing back fond memories of their mother's favorite hat, the two decided to hunt for it as a momento.

So they went looking for half an hour before arriving at the attic. But they got sidetracked when they came across an old ouija board from their childhood.


http://www.candlelitgifts.com/Images/websiteimages/images/Ouija-Board-(1).jpg

Since they were on a nostalgic track, they decided to idle a while and play with the board. Obviously, the first question on their mind is the hat's whereabouts.

To their surprise, the board responded and begins to spell the following out:

UNDER

THE

STAIRS


Both women thought that the other was bluffing the board into moving. Nonetheless, they decided to run downstairs just to see.





And long and behold, in a closet under the stairs, lies the red hat.






At that point, they were boths spooked. But morbid curiosity took over, and they went back to the attic to try some other questions.

"Ouija spirit, how is grandma doing? Is she ok?"

Ouija did not move.

"Ouija, please, we like to hear that grandma is 'ok'."

Ouija did not move.




But then suddenly, the thing started to go crazy in a figure 8 pattern, and then it pauses, before spelling something that brings chills to the mother and aunt:








GRANDMA

IS

IN

HELL...

[atlasien]

I was in a Ouija board session with some other girls when I was a kid in summer camp.

I was a bit skeptical, so I manipulated the planchette-thingie in the beginning and we conjured up the spirit of Ian Hunter, an influential but somewhat obscure English musician (leader of Mott the Hoople) who wasn't actually dead, and we had a long conversation with him.

[DONKEY]

this story sounds like BS because its so typical of ghost stories but its 100% true. i even couldnt believe it was happening right before me. but at the end of it all i still don't believe in ghosts. so it's not a real ghost story:

im generally against such superstitions.
had a bad experience with "ghosts" not too long ago. by "ghosts" i dont mean actual ghosts, i mean the mentally disturbed people who believe in them.
moved into a new house last year and right away many of my friends told me that they know the place is haunted. i dismissed this as bullshit right away because their stories were typical: "some guy blew his brains out in there." or "a bunch of people got murdered in there."
who?? when?? can we find a story in newspaper archives about it? probably not.
a couple of months later some people i know moved in nearby. they are a young couple with an infant child. right away the wife starts complaining that a spirit is harassing her. the husband isnt bothered and the baby seems happy.
the wife's problem gets worse and worse until she is unable to sleep anymore because the "ghost" is constantly antagonizing her and tries to touch her in sexual ways in the morning. but she has a history of disturbances even before living in the house or having a child. she once told me that she sees spirits in the morning. i think the hormonal changes that happen from pregnancy and childbirth aggravated this.
anyways the husband gets concerned and comes over to my house to do research on the internet. i tried to counsel him and give him some advice. the mother-in-law visiting frequently didnt help things too much either since she is extremely superstitious because she grew up on some farm in Morocco. i invite them over to my house one day and another ghost harassed her there (i have only been harassed by mosquitos).

finally i suggested that we just call up the original property owner and ask them if anything happened there. huge mistake.
they told us that "a 19-year old hispanic male committed suicide in the master bedroom in 1997"
the wife hears this and the problems get worse. she refused to stay in the house any longer and went to her sister's house with the baby (the ghost also harassed her there). in the meantime the husband remained in the house by himself and i visited him frequently to hang out and drink beers. we were not disturbed by learning of the suicide because that kind of shit happens all over the place.
i was totally undisturbed by the whole thing up until the weirdest thing happened: some middle-aged guy shows up at the house one sunday afternoon and introduces himself as a minister and the father of the "boy who had been murdered in this house." he drove all the way from Oklahoma that day for the visit. he goes on and on about saving our souls and how we need to know jesus christ etc.. i'm like "murdered?! the owner said it was a suicide."
then the dad explains that the police didn't want to call it a murder because it was gang-related. the son was executed with a single bullet from a .22 caliber pistol in the back of the head. the family did not have this type of gun in their house and no weapons were found near his body. the father tried to sue the police department and as a result they made threats towards him along the lines that they would have him locked up again. he had been in prison for several years himself for being involved in the shooting of a police officer.
his son was murdered on a sunday morning while the rest of the family was in church. one of his son's gang buddies had arrived at their house just as the family was leaving that morning and disappeared after the murder so it was obviously him. a corrupt detective declared it was a suicide and planted evidence at the scene to support this. the case was closed and the family moved to oklahoma.
finally these kids moved out of the house last month, the wife is still occassionally harassed by ghosts, the husband still can't convince her to see a doctor, and the baby is still happy and growing.
i don't believe in ghost stories like this because if they are true then there should be ghosts just about everywhere. do the dead native people who died around here not have souls? what about the settlers later and soldiers in the civil war? slave burial grounds are scattered all around, totally unmarked.
we should not let ghost stories interfere in our lives in such a serious way. it's better to focus on our own lives and work. superstitions distract us from important things like productivity, social harmony, and happiness.

[AZN MAN]

Another story, ironically from the same area west of Gettysburg, PA:

This friend of a college buddy of mine grew up knowing this kid in the neighborhood where he lived. His family lived in an old house dating back to at least the Civil War. Besides himself, he had 2 sisters, and they all had their own bedrooms as I recall.

The youngest child always complained that every night a pair of green hands would come out of the wall at approximately 10:45 PM. She’d throw a fit and it was difficult for the parents to get her to sleep in the bedroom. She was only about 5 or 6 at the time, so the rest of the family would blow it off as manufactured kid’s stuff.

Now the problem was that the complaints never subsided. After a couple of years, the father grew weary of it and had the entire family sitting in the youngest child’s bedroom one night, determined to prove to her that these “imaginary hands” were just that, imaginary.

Low and behold, at approximately 10:45 PM the entire family witnessed the green hands emerge from a wall in the daughter’s bedroom, and scratch incessantly against it for several minutes. I was told they all freaked out.

The next day the father studied the wall inside the room, then went outside and looked at her bedroom from the yard. Something just didn’t look right, so he went back into the bedroom and knocked on the wall. It sounded hollow. He punched a hole in the wall and was astonished to find a crawlspace behind it. He removed the wall and found a human body; it had been sealed inside by the extra wall.

The body was removed a given a burial, and the green hands never appeared again.

I hope all of you enjoyed the 2 stories – and I haven’t begun telling the stories of what I’ve experienced yet …

[Hater Depot]

In 8th grade I moved out of my brother's room and into my own space. Not long after I started to hear voices coming from the room below at night. It was a great big babble, like 100 televisions all tuned to different news stations, so I could tell it sounded like English but couldn't understand anything. As this went on for a week I started to wonder if I was going crazy. Finally one night I screwed up the courage to go downstairs, where naturally there was nothing. But as I was walking back I passed the first floor bathroom, where the water in the toilet was trickling and sounded like a very very quiet version of the babble. I never heard it again though.

In the same bedroom, just before I graduated from high school I had tucked into bed one night with the door firmly closed. Maybe ten minutes I heard the floorboards creaking but they often do (it's a fairly old house). Then I started to feel there was someone there, and then I heard the sounds of heavy breathing right above my head. I've never been more frightened in my life. For what felt like an hour I was too afraid to move even a bit and my heart was pounding so fast that I couldn't have seen anything anyway because it filled my eyes up with blood.

[maogirl]

I've never been more frightened in my life. For what felt like an hour I was too afraid to move even a bit and my heart was pounding so fast that I couldn't have seen anything anyway because it filled my eyes up with blood.

DUDE

i can't be fucked to type up my ghost stories, but DAMN, that was exactly what i felt, like seriously, i thought i was gonna black out from the fear.

[awong]

DUDE

i can't be fucked to type up my ghost stories, but DAMN, that was exactly what i felt, like seriously, i thought i was gonna black out from the fear.

did you by any chance experience filipino ghosts? Like comfort women ghosts, and japanese soliders? My friend was telling me about them and I guess being born here, I never experienced anything.

[maogirl]

i'm actually not very attractive to ghosts :P but my convent school in manila was occupied by japanese soldiers during ww2 as a type of hospital and prison. lots of people were killed and buried within the grounds, and there HAVE been spooky things happening (like the sound of typewriters going on in the classrooms) but i've never actually seen a ghost.

that said, i'm most terrified of supernatural stuff in manila, but i won't go into that. i'm not as scared in hk, even though i've personally encountered more freaky shit here than anywhere else.

[Ike]

Great. Now I'm too scared to sleep. Thanks a lot, guys.

(But on the other hand, I'm very entertained!)

[theme]

did you by any chance experience filipino ghosts? Like comfort women ghosts, and japanese soliders? My friend was telling me about them and I guess being born here, I never experienced anything.

lol. For someone reason that sounds funny. Can you imagine black ghosts wearing gold chains and going 'yo, whatup. oh and boo!'.

[urbia]

Check out my haunted hospital video:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HXdy4Wl9iEQ

It's reputedly the most haunted place in Singapore. The banging noises you hear the beginning are actually the sounds of fat water droplets coming down from the holes in the roof after a good rain. The hallways are flooded with water. Locals say pontianaks live there. Didn't see any.

[lopan]

Wow, good job. You got guts, MuayThaiPrincess! :) Not someplace I would have wanted to go alone...

at around 3:45 you start to hear voices. Were they from the couple you met at the end, or from somewhere else? and what do you say was the "ringing" noise that's heard around 4:55?

[urbia]

I love giving myself adrenaline rushes. Makes me high for days.

Yeah, the couple produced the voices at the end. That noise around 4:55 came from the insects hiding in the greenery outside the metal-barred window.

[nottyboy]

I've never really experienced anything that I couldn't explain, but a friend once told me that an uncle of his used to be visited in bed by a dead woman who had a liking for him. He said that his uncle used to feel her behind him all the time, and supposedly he could see her hair if he turned his head a little bit, but he was too afraid to look all the way.

Funny thing is, though, that his uncle used to win the lottery all the time until he got a priest to exorcise the place. Don't know if I believe all that, but it's spooky.

My grandma also told me a story about how my aunt used to be really into "spiritism", and the occult, until she started having strange apparitions. My grandma brought her an image of the Virgin Mary, and supposedly the spirits didn't let anyone sleep that night. Doors were being slammed, etc.

The only thing that spooked me is that my uncle got up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, and my aunt felt him get back into bed next to her. Supposedly she felt him brush against her, but then my uncle called out to her from the bathroom because he was out of toilet paper...

[Yi Dynasty]

http://www.emblibrary.com/EL/product_images/G1399vv.jpg

My friend's friend's grandmother passed away. Because the grandmother lives alone far from the rest of the family, the family collectively decides to sell grandma's house. To prepare for the sale, the friend's mother and aunt went to sort out grandma's belonging.

In the middle of the process, the two spotted several pictures of grandma with her red hat. Bringing back fond memories of their mother's favorite hat, the two decided to hunt for it as a momento.

So they went looking for half an hour before arriving at the attic. But they got sidetracked when they came across an old ouija board from their childhood.


http://www.candlelitgifts.com/Images/websiteimages/images/Ouija-Board-(1).jpg

Since they were on a nostalgic track, they decided to idle a while and play with the board. Obviously, the first question on their mind is the hat's whereabouts.

To their surprise, the board responded and begins to spell the following out:

UNDER

THE

STAIRS


Both women thought that the other was bluffing the board into moving. Nonetheless, they decided to run downstairs just to see.





And long and behold, in a closet under the stairs, lies the red hat.






At that point, they were boths spooked. But morbid curiosity took over, and they went back to the attic to try some other questions.

"Ouija spirit, how is grandma doing? Is she ok?"

Ouija did not move.

"Ouija, please, we like to hear that grandma is 'ok'."

Ouija did not move.




But then suddenly, the thing started to go crazy in a figure 8 pattern, and then it pauses, before spelling something that brings chills to the mother and aunt:








GRANDMA

IS

IN

HELL...

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE guys. Don't mess with ouija boards. If you don't believe in the spirits, fine. Just don't try to prove yourself by messing with one. They were never meant to be toys. I had a friend who studied to be a demonologist/exorcist. His study didn't last too long. Don't mess with the spirits.

[nightshade]

Is there a reason why you're talking to the people on this board like they're 12 years old?

[evil_FUX]

Is there a reason why you're talking to the people on this board like they're 12 years old?

Because ouija boards are serious business, duh. Seriously, they are.

[Yi Dynasty]

Is there a reason why you're talking to the people on this board like they're 12 years old?

:eek: YOU'RE RIGHT! It DID sound like that! What am I thinking? I must have thought I was talking to my Sunday School kids. I sincerely apologize. Seriously I think it's the job. I have to talk to my clients at 12 year old level all the time. :(